oozed into my soul and averted my path. Just when I think I am Almost There, I’m nowhere, with swirling madness gurgling black at my feet.

I’d like to pull the darkness over my shoulder and bundle it all up into a paper ball.

There aren’t enough four letter words to ward off the evil soaking into my garments.

If I bleed a cup of perfume and pour it over my porcelain white body in a ceremonial-like ritual, if I gave birth to a farrow in which they could cast their pearls, would I appease the gods?

The answers never comes, I just stumble back and forth over trodden ground

waiting for divine intervention while my skin is jumping out of itself. There is always a capsule, a pipe, a bottle, somewhere to climb, to shelter myself from reality. Lack of intuition pools in my mind while it leads me to the place I am going.

Punk Naked Girl

She’ll scream with wild light

As punk naked as she is

Writhing beneath your sweet rhythm

Blowing blue smoke rings above your language

All the time dancing around your heavy microphone

Singing into it the anthem of drums.

Treacherous Visions

Afterwards, body curling beneath me,

Visions emerge in our embrace.

When I am alight with his honeyed words

There is no possibility of false Knowledge

Floating, nay, plunging back to terra firma

With nothing save a wisp of smoke in my chest;

I avert my eyes at the very notion of his indifference,

Resisting his beguiling paradigm.

He’ll cast aside commonality

With a flit of his wrist exclaiming:

“Nary a person I have been”

With that he will profess his Excellency.

For this I shall bow before his feet

And swoon at his philosophical prose

As though every word were pure light,

Cascading from the heavenly skies.

Thereafter I shall silently chastise myself,

All for the unpretentious purpose

Of partaking of visions that emerge

From our treacherous embrace.

Girl and A Mans Dance

On that night bright lights and music vibrated the hips of boys and men. Stage left a young boy took another by the hand, “this is the box step”, as they stiffly moved to Some People Wait A Lifetime for a Moment Like This. Indeed they do.

She watches as they crowd the dance floor. Old, young, big small, drag queens and cowboys hold onto the moment.

This girl watched on.

The curtain drew the evening to its inevitable end and the beat of You Look Wonderful Tonight played over the couples holding onto, for some, that last dance. Others grab their coats for an evening that parents in this certain area would cringe at the thought of. She smiles.

She wishes for his presence, to be entangled in his arms so that she can whisper to him that everyday he looks more wonderful to her. To experience another moment in life, side by side.

Looking back brings to mind the sweetness of the fall when their hands would intertwine and she marveled at the two different lives brought together, here, under uncertain circumstances. Breathing in the spice of life that is him. Gestures were enough when the night eye set its sight.

She looks to all the lonely nights and those to come, when their will be no fingers to entwine, no spice. The moments fading that she grasps onto. Wanting to capture them in her palms, taste them on her tongue and dance in the moonlight holding his breath in hers.

The dance floor clears, as do the tears, as the men dance off into the night.

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